Wondrously cool woodland night

Wondrously cool woodland night,

whom I greet a thousand times:

after the uproarious tumult of the world,

o how sweet is your rustling!

Dreamily I nestle my weary limbs

in your tender moss,

and it seems to me as if once more

I were free from all my insane anguish.

Distant fluting song, emerge and

stir a wide yearning,

with thoughts of the beloved,

ah! beguile the resented distance!

Let the woodland night lull me,

still every pain,

and a blissful satisfaction

permit me to drink in with its fragrances.

In narrow, secret circles,

you, wild heart, will know well

that peace hovers above with hushed

wing-beats, slowly descending.

Lovely birds, sing your lovely songs,

sing me gently into slumber!

Distracting torments, dissipate again;

wild heart, now good night!